Friday, July 15, 2011


In the class I teach on Wednesdays, the question was about how many children the seniors had. The next question was about how many grandchildren. A Somali elder told me that he had five grandchildren. Three live here in our city. The other two...he paused a couple of seconds, folded his hands and put them next to his face like he was going to sleep, then said, " Somalia." In Somalia, they died. He looked down. I cleared my throat.

"I'm so sorry."

He nodded while staring at the table.

And now, this continues.

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